"Do you think we could sell spots on the maiden cruise of'The Big Yellow Scoobus'?" I think I could build it big enough to hold fifty or sixty people,...if I had the money selling subscriptions would bring. That means a thousand bucks a head, about.Should we auction off the spots, have a raffle, or what?" If we have a raffle, we could get a cross-section of partyers, and not just the rich kids. We would sell sixhundred tickets at onehundred bucks each.The rich kids could up their chances by. Workboats. Ships.” Mandy smiled. “All sorts of things to avoid.”“Exactly. That means that whoever’s in the pilothouse has got to be paying attention.” Ben surveyed our faces. “Can we do this?”Mandy nodded seriously. “Absolutely. We can start the watch at, like, nine in the evening, two get to rest while one is in the pilothouse. By about seven in the morning, we should have the two free ones back awake. So three four-hour watches is more than enough.”“We gotta be serious about this,” Ben. There is something about her, something that definitely helped with his grief over Sam’s death. Maybe being her sister with the striking resemblance helped. Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, he refocuses his attention to the task ahead.The sun has fully risen. The air is crisp and clear. Over the next hour, he stalks from building to building, looking for some sign of the kidnapped men. But it is those two men that find him instead of the other way around. As Spencer turns around from. We stared at each other for a moment or two her eyes quite clearly running up and down my body. “Oh dad” she whimpered. “Sorry I thought I heard you go to bed.” As I quickly pulled the dressing gown round me to hide my rampant nakedness I stammered. “Yes I did, but I couldn’t sleep.” I could hardly drag my gaze from my gorgeous and hugely sexy daughter, she looked amazing. “Neither could I” she replied her eyes going to her rucksack. “I came down to make a cup of tea.” I looked down and saw the.